In a cold remembrance  steel thrashes its way  the holy relies ending  blood spills of a god dethroned    The last of men in cloth  toil their way into the sea  devoured by the greed of Odin  the waves run red with blood of thee    The warlord weaves his web of death  as pagans sigh their grim last breath  the bloodied red sun is his shield  as the eagle scams the battlefield